Sy London made his way through Crosscut Street in the seedy mill town of Dunton. He was carrying with him a briefcase which contained sixty thousand dollars worth of cocaine. With the cash he'd get Sy would have the money to get his own private Island. True, he could've gotten a loan from the bank, but Sy's momma had always told him if you can't afford it with the money in the ban, don't buy it."

At last Sy got to the hotel. Despite the working class settings it was a very nice hotel with a very large pool out front. Sy walked in and after showing his papers to the clerk made his way up to hotel room 415. He knocked on the door three times. "Coming," said a voice. The door opened and Sy's partner Ronald appeared. Ronald and Sy had been working together for the past six months and Sy was quite happy to have him as a partner. "Here you are Ronnie, sixty thousand worth of toot," said Sy.

"I hope you didn't get me powdered milk like last time," said Ronald. "My supplier wasn't very happy."

"Well don't you worry Ronnie," said Sy. "This is pure one hundred percent coke. Now do you have my money?"

"Yes," said Ronald. He presented Sy with the money. Sy grabbed it. "Oh by the way Mr. London. I bet you're wishing you would've stayed home today."

Sy looked down and saw to his horror that the bills had the same serial number. "What?" asked Sy.

Moments later the police arrived and Sy was led off. "That's one down," said Chief Kingsly. "But we've still got four more to find. However, it's good you caught the deadliest one Arnold."

"Yes," said Arnold.

"So what are you going to do with your off time?" asked Chief Kingsly.

"Go back to Walkerdale for my class reunion," said Arnold. "It's been years since I've been there."

"Well I hope you have a blast," said Chief Kingsly. "You've earned it.

"Thank you sir," said Arnold. With that he walked out the door.